Tag: poetry
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“Hiking” by Peggy Hammond
Hiking the Appalachian Trail was embraced as therapy, antidote to tours in Iraq. Now was the time of peace, of filtered sunlight among poplar leaves, of streams tumbling inside rhododendron thickets, of learning if towhee’s call matched guidebook’s drink your teeeeee, learning if blue jays can mimic sharp call of the hawk. Instead, in the…
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“Prowl for Luck” by Jeff Schiff
Sure flight’s temping And it’d be tough to find a soul who would not slough it all to lift above braided boughs and neglected spires Today however the air at Lake Mary fills with nuisance taunters swoopers guardians of the cosmic lint pile Here they be crammed in oaks and transplanted ash just where their…
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“Late Summer Mountain After the Rain” by Danielle Hanson
The steam from the coffee cup replacesmorning fog entangled in the porch wisteria,blooming and falling. Bird song drips from trees,soaks into ground. The sound of bees liftsinto the tree, solidifies as honey. We leaveporch shade, pour ourselves into day. Danielle Hanson is a poet who strives to create and facilitate wonder. She is the author…
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“LADLE” by John Tustin
LADLE Hand like a ladle dips into the pool to hold a cool drink in its’ crooked palm only to spill most through the sieve fingers that areas matchstick columns resting before reach- ing the dry mouth – Most of the water running quickly down from the cracks in the ladle of a cupped palm…
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“WHAT YOU HEARD” by Tyler Jacobs
WHAT YOU HEARD As I drank your mornings starless: A hue the color of breath. Something like drifting vapor against this curtain Of birdsongs. Maybe it was the closeness of the horizon And what I said under it that closed our eyes. And then it felt quiet at which point there was nowhere to be.…
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“SAKURA” by J H Martin
SAKURA From the gate Follow the lane Until you Reach the field Take in the air Turn off the noise Make your stride slower It’s always there No need to rush No need to amplify No need to separate The cherry from the tree J H Martin is from London, England, but has no fixed…
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“BROKEN BONE TRILOGY” by Toti O’Brien
BROKEN BONE TRILOGY ARCO IRIS You ease pain on an upward curve then you let it slide downwards taper into rainbow shreds as it meets the horizontal plane of the mattress. Alarm clocks go off at strange hours. You sleep in sections and segments freely stitched across days and nights. You used to play games…
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Two Poems by M. Nasorri Pavone
417 Sunset Avenue Your modest clapboards and white trim, a two-seat porch from which to love your delicate lemon tree – for you I dreamed to be at my pinnacle and now you’re unable to overlook my lapse. I missed your dismantling but not the shock of the flat dirt lot I came upon in…
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“Tactics” by Sanjeev Sethi
Tactics As the years gargle their way along the throat of eternity I negate the validity of your play on my hippodrome. It is the handiwork of naiveté to charm us with calming plots. We shroud our verities in our bones to believe they belong elsewhere or not at all. Sanjeev Sethi is published in…
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Two Poems by Rob Colgate
Reek After Merwin We are saying goodbye to the boys we will never see again. We are running into walls with our mouths full of a shame that reeks of disorganization. We are losing our touch: the driving over to visit, the visiting, how it droops, pales, colors leaking out in a slurry from bodies…
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